Chapter 340: Leather’s Leather
"Snow," announced Beau, unhelpfully. He looked around in wonder, like he had never seen the stuff before, but I was young enough to remember the snowstorm at the beginning of the apocalypse.
He lifted his hand to the flakes that were starting to fall around us, and the wind picked up, whipping the snowflakes into a frizzy.
"It’s like we are inside a snow globe," murmured Dante. Even my big, bad mafia man seemed to be completely enchanted by the weather.
What the fuck was going on? Where were we? The last time I checked, Region L was nice and warm.
A series of sneezes caught me off guard, and my body started to shiver. The snow was heavy and wet, and the longer I stood in it, the crankier I got. Snapping my fingers, I gave us all winter coats, but it seemed like the damage had been done.
Even with the fur jacket I was wearing, I wasn’t getting any warmer. "Ugh, guys," I muttered as the snow continued to fall. However, instead of the beautiful snowflakes, these ones seemed to have hidden tiny razor blades in them. Every time they touched my exposed skin or so much as brushed against me, I started bleeding. "I don’t think this is normal."
Beau started swearing as Tank shifted into his other form. Shaking his body, hellfire exploded, covering him from head to tail in its warmth. The snow around him started to melt, but the second it got two feet away, it froze to solid ice, making it almost impossible to move.
"We stay here; we freeze to death," announced Luca, clearly on the same wavelength as me.
"We have no idea where we are or where we need to go," replied Dante with a shake of his head. "If we leave, we die."